Van Gogh said, I said…

I’m not a museum rat. When I was younger, I used to enjoy going to museums but now I just can’t stand it — even if I’m in Amsterdam where you’re supposed to ooh and ahh on art. But i did go to the Van Gogh museum just to see if I can change my mind. Umm…nope, I got bored.

Here’s the thing: when you’ve visited or seen cultural sights in x number of countries, they suddenly just all look the same and you forget them in a jiffy.

When I travel, I remember more the people I meet, the conversations I have, the emotions, the (countless!) misadventures…

So the paintings I saw yesterday? I don’t remember most of them anymore. But I do remember the adrenaline of getting lost, the new friends I had dimsum with, the smell of pot, how bored the prostitutes looked at the red light district, and how men did the ‘walk of shame’.